Okay babes, let’s get real. When someone says “meditation,” do you instantly picture a monk on a mountain? 🏔️ Or maybe that annoyingly zen coworker who drinks matcha and says things like “I’m…
Read moreOkay, confession time: I used to treat my body like a rental car. Caffeine instead of sleep? Vroom. Emotional breakdowns disguised as “productivity”? Full speed ahead. Then last winter, my immune system staged…
Read moreOkay, real talk: who else used to treat their period like an uninvited monthly houseguest? 🙋♀️ You know the drill – hiding tampons up your sleeve, canceling plans because of cramps, and muttering…
Read moreOkay girls, let’s get real. Last Tuesday I found myself ugly-crying in the Whole Foods frozen aisle at 8pm, still wearing my Zoom-meeting blazer, clutching a pint of melted Ben & Jerry’s. 🍦…
Read moreLook, I used to be that girl curled up in fetal position clutching a heating pad like it owed me money 🥴. You know the drill – canceling plans, mainlining chocolate, and glaring…
Read moreOkay, confession time: I used to think meditation was something monks did in mountains while humming to crystals. My “mindful morning” used to mean chugging cold brew while speed-scrolling TikTok. Then life hit…
Read moreLet me paint you a picture: Last Wednesday at 3 PM, I found myself ugly-crying into a bag of stale tortilla chips while my laptop played a Zoom meeting on mute. The dog…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real. When someone says “mental health practices,” do you immediately picture a yoga guru chanting on a mountain? 🙄 Same. But what if I told you I accidentally became a…
Read moreOkay babes, let’s get real. 🌱 Last Tuesday, I wore my leggings inside-out for three hours before noticing (shoutout to WFH life). That’s when I realized: if I can’t remember which side is…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real – I used to think “zen living spaces” were just for people who own too many crystals and say “vibe check” unironically. Then I spent three months crying over…
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